little reminders.

I want to remember

the most fertile places

rest in ambiguous spaces

where seeds of doubt

can bring about

unanticipated routes

I want to remember

that grief is meant to be felt

not fought

let her move through

and she will pave the way

not leave me astray

I want to remember

to ask often

how’s my heart?

even if I’m unsure

of where to start

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